Chapter 362 Lin Jiu: I Want to Know the Truth!

"Come and see if there is anything wrong with this mirror." Qin Yao took Zhang Ling to the women's bathroom on the top floor of the building. His eyes shone with golden light and he flicked the mirror with his finger.

In the movie, this mirror is the door to the ‘demon world’.

In reality, even if Qin Yao opened his eyes, he could not detect any clues.

Zhang Ling stretched out his hand and pressed it on the center of the mirror. As he puffed out his magic power, his five fingers glowed with golden light. The entire mirror suddenly rippled like water ripples, as if some special effect had been added.

"demon!"

Zhang Ling raised his palm, and the fluctuating mirror immediately returned to normal.

"Can't open it?" Qin Yao asked.

Zhang Ling nodded, with a curious look on his face: "How do you know the entrance to the ghost is here?"

Qin Yao couldn't explain to her and said vaguely: "Didn't I say it? I came here to attend a cocktail party..."

Zhang Ling is a smart man and calmly changed the topic: "As expected, my strength is not enough to break the ghost barrier for the time being."

"Is there any other way?" Qin Yao asked knowingly.

Zhang Ling thought for a while and said: "There is a master in Lantau Island who has profound spiritual practice. Maybe he can help us..."

A flash of understanding flashed in Qin Yao's eyes.

The main plot is a series of connected links, one after another.

He had no intention of following the protagonist through the plot, so he took advantage of the "prophet" condition and directly touched the last link, reaching the optimal solution and cutting off 90% of the plot!

When he was a laborer in his previous life, he couldn't stand watching fan works: You know how to kill the final boss, and you follow the protagonist group through the plot bit by bit...

How about playing?

I haven’t read enough of the co-authored original work, so I have to experience it myself?

The strangest thing is that the final result has not changed at all. A good protagonist is like soy sauce, and there is little meaning without him. What's even more unbearable is that the protagonist didn't get any benefits in the end...

What nonsense!

"Xiaoxue, have you found a boyfriend?" In the urban village, Dai's house, Dai Erlong held two walnuts in his hands and looked up at the tall girl walking through the entrance.

The girl was very tall, at least 1.73 meters tall. She was wearing a white sportswear with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

Judging from its appearance...it's another 'Wang Xuxian'.

Official complaint: This is surrounded by ancestors and sages.

"Are you going to introduce someone to me again?" Dai Xiaoxue went into the kitchen and washed her face, wiped it with a towel, and walked out of the living room: "I said, save yourself, what are you introducing to me, let's chat for a while Just wanted to take me to book a room."

Dai Erlong was a little embarrassed and coughed dryly: "This time I am not introducing you to a partner, but introducing you to a job."

Dai Xiaoxue said in surprise: "For introduction work, you asked me if I have a boyfriend?"

"This job is a bit special. If you have a boyfriend, you are not suitable for it." Dai Erlong said.

Dai Xiaoxue suddenly thought of something bad, and his face turned dark: "Are you going to push me into the fire pit, or are you going to force me to die?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Dai Erlong glared and scolded: "I am your brother, your biological brother."

Dai Xiaoxue paused for a moment. Seeing his angry look, she immediately realized that she must have thought wrong. She laughed and sat next to him: "Who asked you to express such an ambiguous statement...Speak directly if you have something to say, what? Work?"

"Do you know about Department Store Qin?" Dai Erlong said.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Dai Xiaoxue was speechless: "Living in Fucheng, how can you not know Boss Qin?"

Delon: "I want you to be his secretary!"

Clinging to a dragon and attaching oneself to a phoenix is ​​an attribute engraved in human genes, and people in the world are even more eager for support.

In Dai Erlong's eyes, looking at the entire city, there is no bigger backer than Department Store Qin. If he doesn't seize the opportunity to go up this mountain and pass this village, he, a bastard, probably won't even be qualified to see him. .

He knew very well that the so-called success means having the courage to choose and seizing every opportunity that comes to him.

After all, opportunities are not favors. They will become useless if they expire, and they will become useless if they are delayed.

"Have you drunk too much?" Dai Xiaoxue sniffed, not noticing the smell of alcohol: "If you arrange for me to do a clerical job in a department store, there may be a chance. Arrange for me to be Boss Qin's secretary... you Is it Cerium?"

Dai Erlong was too lazy to give her nonsense: "Just say whether you are willing or not."

Dai Xiaoxue couldn't laugh or cry: "Boss Qin is Tang Monk's meat. There are countless girls in the province who want to take a bite of him. How can I not want to?"

No matter how times change, some things never change.

For example, there is a fact that everyone knows but is unwilling to admit: rich people do not need to take the initiative on their own, or even do anything on their own.

You think it’s a joke to say that a goddess is hot when she gets into a sports car, but jokes often come from reality!

"If you can bite this piece of Tang Monk's meat, our family will have nothing to worry about in the future." Dai'erlong said with emotion.

Dai Xiaoxue's heart moved: "What do you mean...can you really make me his secretary?"

She doesn't have much of a clinging mentality, but single women are naturally curious about good men.

"You can give it a try." Dai'erlong said, "Even if he doesn't give me face, he will give it to your sister."

Dai Xiaoxue: "???"

What does this have to do with my sister?

at the same time.

Maoshan.

The execution hall.

A short-bearded Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and carrying a long sword hurriedly came to a room, bowed and said: "Senior Brother Shi Jian."

In the room, on the futon, Shi Jian, who looked increasingly older, slowly opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"The Maoshan celebration meeting is about to begin, and the leader asked me about my senior brother." The short-bearded Taoist paused slightly and said softly.

A cold light flashed in Shi Jian's eyes: "Tell the leader for me that I am at a critical moment in my practice and I am afraid I will not be able to attend this celebration."

The short-bearded Taoist hesitated for a moment and said: "Senior brother, I understand that you can avoid the edge temporarily, but you have already avoided it once last time. If you avoid it again, not to mention being a loser, those neutral factions will probably all fall to the Yizhuang faction. …”

A gloomy look flashed across Shi Jian's face: "A true neutral will not bend his back easily no matter which way the wind blows. In other words, those who can bend their backs are just wallflowers.

Lin Jiu is strong today, they can fall down, but when I am strong in the future, they will fall over. It is just the east wind overpowering the west wind, or the west wind overpowering the east wind. As long as one side is not completely destroyed, the world will always be undecided. "

Short-bearded Taoist: "..."

You believe that the world is undecided and that there is much to be done.

But the problem is, you need to prove to outsiders that you are a dark horse, not a tortoise!

People are all realistic, who wants to follow a shrinking turtle all the way to darkness?

Realizing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Shi Jian gently exhaled a breath and said seriously: "Junior brother, do you believe me?"

"Of course I have deep faith in senior brother." The short-bearded Taoist said hurriedly.

"Just trust me." Shi Jian said: "Don't worry about those wallflowers, just do things down-to-earth. No one can always be at the top, and no one will always be at the bottom. When we emerge from the abyss, All the waiting and forbearance will be compensated.”

‘The hidden dragon emerges from the abyss…what if the other party becomes a dragon first? ’ The short-bearded Taoist secretly cursed, but his face straightened, and he said in a deep voice: “Yes, senior brother, I will try my best to help you appease other brothers and prevent the organization from falling.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Hearing him talk about this, Shi Jian felt a little irritated and tried to maintain a calm surface: "I will not forget your efforts."

"This is what I should do!" Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist priest saluted.

Not to mention how upset the two of them were.

But it was said that Uncle Jiu officially ushered in the highlight moment of his life in Yuanfu Palace.

The originally solemn and solemn palace was once again filled with tables and desks. Around the tables, all the people in the hall were well-dressed and well-dressed, and they were all flattering while talking and laughing.

In fact, many juniors and casual cultivators had flattering smiles on their faces, scrambling to get close to each other, just to beg Uncle Jiu to remember their names...

Times are changing, the world is changing, and it is no longer time for human bodies to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods.

Although there is only one word difference between humans and gods, the gap between them is like a chasm in the sky, stopping countless monks in the world.

Therefore, in the human world, Jiu Shu Yeyoushen's official rank is far more awe-inspiring than his status as a descendant of Maoshan.

Unless one day the spiritual energy of the world is revived, monks are everywhere, and earth masters are inferior to dogs, otherwise this awe will become deeper and deeper as time goes by.

"I would be very happy if your master is still here." Mao Santong slowly came to the main table with a bottle of wine and patted Uncle Jiu on the back vigorously.

"Ancestor."

"Ancestor."

…

At the main table, except for the smiling old master, everyone else stood up and bowed.

Uncle Jiu was even more flattered. He quickly supported the other person's arm and said sincerely, "You're very grateful."

"I hope Maoshan can have more disciples that I can appreciate."

Mao Santong shook his head, glanced at Mao Shanming at the assistant table, and couldn't help but snorted: "It's a pity that in such a bad environment today, some disciples still only know how to eat and drink. You're just messing around and flirting, you have no ambition at all, it's true, mud can't hold up a wall!"

Mao Shanming's right hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, and the food he had just put into his mouth suddenly no longer tasted good.

"Why are you talking about this on your big day?" Fortunately, the old boss quickly relieved him, stood up, pulled Mao Santong to his side, raised his glass and said: "Drink, drink, don't get drunk today. Disperse."

Staying in this palace, Mao Shanming felt that Lao Mao's gaze would shift to him from time to time. It was as cold as a knife, which made his heart tremble.

"Brothers, you eat and drink well, I'll go out for a walk." When Mao Santong didn't look at him, Mao Shanming cupped his hands to everyone on the table, lowered his head, and jumped out of the hall.

"I heard that Lin Jiu, the Night God, didn't get his status through his own efforts at all. I don't know what kind of arrogance he has, but he actually had the nerve to attend this celebration." Shao Yan, just as he selected a table, As he continued to eat and drink, he suddenly heard the sarcasm from the neighbor table deliberately lowering his voice.

Mao Shanming's chewing movements in his mouth suddenly stopped, and when he looked out, he saw a Taoist priest in yellow with thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, a neatly trimmed mustache, half-hunched over, sitting on a seat at the next table, with a look of disdain on his face. .

"Yes, it is true that he did not get this divine position by himself, but it was the filial piety offered by his disciples. What do you have to ridicule?" A Taoist priest from the neutral party at the next table couldn't look at it, and Shen said the voice.

"I get excited when I talk about this."

The mustache's eyes flashed, and he said secretly: "Aren't you surprised, where did Qin Yao come from so many virtuous qualities? We only know about them, which is a total of 30,000.

Everyone here is a monk, and they are all cultivating yin virtues. I don’t need to say more about what thirty thousand yin virtues represent, right?

How many years has he been in the industry so far? Do you believe that I have accumulated so much virtue in just three to five years? "

"It's his ability to acquire so much virtue, what does it have to do with you?" the Taoist priest retorted.

"Don't you hear..." The mustache's voice suddenly rose higher, and his eyes were fixed on the Taoist Priest: "A traitor is as loyal as a traitor!"

The Taoist priest frowned: "Do you dare to say this in front of Qin Yao?"

"Don't worry about whether I dare or not, there must be something fishy in this." The mustache said firmly: "The most likely possibility is that he is maliciously trying to cultivate his evil virtue. Otherwise, I can't think of any way to curb his evil virtue so quickly."

"Can you come up with the Immortal Sutra?" Mao Shanming couldn't stand listening anymore, so he turned around and asked.

"Senior Brother Mao, when did you come here?" Seeing him face to face, a trace of panic suddenly flashed across his mustache face.

"Answer my question." Mao Shanming said coldly.

"I can't think of anything..."

"I can't think of it!" Mao Shanming nodded and said: "According to your logic just now, if you can't think of it, it means there must be something wrong with the Immortal Sutra. There is probably no Immortal Sutra in this world. Otherwise, if you are as smart as you , why can’t you imagine it out of thin air?”

Mustache: "..."

The great priest laughed.

What a good one to use to beat a dog.

"I remember your appearance." The mustache was timid, but Mao Shanming didn't want to let him go. He stared into his eyes and said: "If I hear such rumors again in Maoshan in the future, I will escort you there directly. Ask the leader to ask you to explain to him."

The mustache was dumbfounded and said quickly: "Senior brother, I am not the only one who is murmuring about this matter. If there is a fuss in the future, it may not have anything to do with me!"

Mao Shanming waved his hand: "Then open your eyes and watch carefully to see who is talking. If you can help Shanmen find out the culprit behind the scenes, it will be a great achievement. If you can't find it, you will be the only one to blame. Come and resist. Who makes you so unlucky that you just stick to me?"

Mustache: "..."

Isn't that bad luck?

What a bad luck!

That night.

The moon and stars are sparse.

Uncle Jiu was wearing a set of regular clothes, following behind the old master, walking slowly on the quiet and cool mountain road.

"Xiaojiu."

"Headmaster."

"Come into the Neimao." The old master said calmly.

Uncle Jiu paused and whispered: "I want to know how my master died back then."

The old master frowned: "I told you back then, he died at the hands of a demon."

"Which monster?" Uncle Jiu asked.

The old leader: "You know, that monster has been killed."

"I have no idea."

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "I only know that thirty-seven years ago, the Luofu Sect sent my master's bones and told us that my master was killed by a demon!

The ancestors of Neimao went to investigate, but until now, they have not been able to find out the reason.

Master, I know there may be a hidden meaning in this. However, am I now qualified to know how my master died?

You just said that today is my most glorious moment, and my master should have been well, alive, and full of joy to witness my glory. Instead, he died inexplicably! "

Looking at Lin Jiu, whose eyes were slowly turning red, the old leader was silent.

Lin Jiu's kindness comes from his master's sincere teachings, which shows that his master is a good person.

In a blink of an eye, the stunning swordsman who was so drunk that he was sleeping on the stars and his chivalry was already dead for thirty-seven years.

When the old leader recalls it now, his heart is full of regrets...